Authors: Breanna Hayse
"Your punishment is complete, honey.
You may stand now," Sloan said
softly, helping her up.
She pushed away from his arms.
"Do not touch me."
"Blair Lorraine, you deserved that punishment.
It is over; you have been forgiven, and
your transgressions will never be repeated.
Right?"
Despite her chalk-white face and thin lips, Blair
remained defiant.
She brushed some
hair from her face, tied the drawers snugly around her waist, and smoothed down
her still-damp chemise as she glared at Sloan.
The headstrong woman looked at the solemn man
contemptuously.
"You wanted to
thrash me—well, now you have.
I hope you enjoyed it."
Her voice was clear and bold.
When she had finished speaking, she turned on her heel and walked
towards the white horse.
Suddenly
she turned around and curtsied.
"Thank you, sir," she said sarcastically,
"you won't have to beat me like that again."
As Blair hurried from the clearing, her heart was
pounding and her bottom felt like a cauldron filled with the spiciest habanero
chili.
She was livid with Sloan,
yet all the while she was waiting to be called back.
Oddly, she felt intense disappointment
when she failed to hear even an utterance.
She ventured into the river and slowly lowered her anguished body under
the cool water.
"I know you are angry with me," his voice
said from behind her.
"It is
never pleasant when we have to pay for the crimes we commit."
"I did not commit a crime," Blair pouted,
not looking at him.
"I took a
walk because I felt unwell and was unhappy."
"You disobeyed me and risked your safety.
Because of that, you were taken by those
outlaws."
"Outlaws that I escaped from."
"It seems to me that you are still quite
innocent about what a man can do to your body," Sloan said patiently.
"I know what you can do to my body," Blair
answered back stubbornly.
"No, you do not.
But tonight, you will learn."
"I am not in the frame of mind to accept your
advances."
Blair turned her
head, fighting back unwilling tears as her tender bottom scraped the rough sand
below the slow-running water.
"You will be once I begin.
I can hear the tears in your voice even
though I don't see them.
Why are
you resisting?
You received a
thorough punishment for your wrongdoings.
Why hide the discomfort?" Sloan said, sliding into the water next
to her after removing his clothing.
"I do not wish to talk about the ill-treatment
you met upon my body."
She
shrugged his hand off her thigh.
"Do you truly believe that it was undeserved?"
His voice was low, closely matching the
sound of the moving water.
Blair
did not respond.
"I asked you
a question, Blair.
Can you tell me
that what you received was not deserved?"
"You did not have to be so harsh."
"I would have stopped with the thin paddle, had
you not laughed at me."
"I did not laugh at you.
The paddle did not hurt.
It was very pleasant.
I did not think you would go to such
extremes to punish me."
"There were no extremes taken.
You were switched.
Your skin might show a few lines, but no
flesh was bloodied."
"I am still angry with you."
Blair's voice softened as her tears
began to flow freely.
"I know you are," Sloan sighed, wrapping
his arm around her shoulders and pulling her resistant body close to his.
He kissed her forehead.
"I do not enjoy discipline.
I would much rather spank you in play.
"Why must you spank me at all?"
Sloan shrugged, stroking her arm.
"I enjoy it.
The feel of your soft, warm flesh under
my hand excites me, especially when it becomes hot.
When the paleness turns to a deep blush,
it really is beautiful to watch.
It
also warms your womanhood.
You are
quite wet after a spanking, even though you protest."
"You imagine things, sir."
"Do I?
I am willing to lay down a bet that you are quite slippery even
now."
"You are mad."
"Touch yourself, Blair.
See for yourself."
"I will not."
"You are a stubborn girl.
Stand."
"I thought I had made my wishes known that I do
not desire your fondling right now."
Sloan ran his hand along the inside of her thigh,
tsking as she rapidly closed her knees together.
He pulled her backwards to rest between
his knees and placed one leg between her thighs, prohibiting her from closing
them.
He began to knead her left
nipple between his index finger and thumb while his right hand slipped between
her legs.
"Not wet?
Even in the water, your body is begging to be touched."
He kissed her cheek as he gently
caressed her clit.
Slowly, Blair
began to lean against him, her quiet sobs transforming into longing mews.
Sloan ceased his stroking and stood,
lifting her thinly-clad body in his arms.
"Kiss me," he said, carrying her to the
clearing and setting her down on the open bedroll that had been warmed by the
crackling fire.
Blair pressed her
lips to his, yipping slightly when her tortured backside touched the blankets.
Blair's moans increased as Sloan slid his fingers in
and out of her virgin womanhood and then leaned over to lick her damp upper
thighs.
He peeled the wet
undergarments from her body and sat up to admire her pale flesh against the
light of the fire.
He settled
between her spread knees, nibbling on the soft inner flesh as he made his way
towards her glistening treasure.
Blair
was unable to resist the urge to reach between her knees and wind her fingers
through his thick hair.
She pulled
gently, tugging him higher until his hot breath bathed her throbbing clit.
He slid his tongue over her outer lips
and her swollen nub, nibbling and sucking as he went.
Blair began to squirm, pressing his
mouth harder to her womanhood.
She
jerked when Sloan flicked his tongue against her button.
"Oh, Sloan," Blair purred, "don't
stop."
"Do you forgive me?"
"Mmmm," Blair hummed, speechless.
Sloan continued to lick as he moved his left finger
from her quim and pressed against her anus.
"I will have this tonight,
Blair."
She only murmured as he slowly pressed his fingertip
into her tiny rosebud.
She gasped
as he nibbled on her clit and teased the tender bud, pulling away quickly as
she grew near to being spent.
"You are a cruel man, Sloan Adkins."
She writhed under him.
Sloan slid a second finger into her tight orifice
and pushed his thumb into her womanhood, his mouth not stopping its magical
performance.
Blair's back arched in
pleasure as her body began to tingle in anticipation of the upcoming release.
Sloan used his right hand to plunge his fingers
deeper into her openings, careful of her maidenhead as he pushed upon the roof
of her shaft and rubbed the tiny mass of soft tissue found behind her pubic
bone.
Blair screamed out, twisting
her fingers around Sloan's hair and jerked spastically as her body twisted in
delight.
Still in mid-orgasm, he
turned Blair over and pulled her hips up, forcing her to support her upper body
on her hands and forearms.
"What is it that you are doing?"
Blair panted as she felt something
smooth and slippery being dribbled down between her cheeks.
"Cottonseed oil.
I picked it up in the last town."
Blair groaned again as she felt a finger being
pushed back into her bottom, and she tightened around the digit
.
He eased in and out, adding a second
finger until he felt her relax.
"I will
go slowly," he promised as he lined up the head of his cock with her tiny
pucker, once again stroking and caressing her throbbing clit.
He began to push gently, allowing her
time to open her body for him.
Inch
by inch, Sloan penetrated her ass, holding her in place with his hands firmly
grasping her hips.
Blair
panted, her bottom feeling obscenely stretched and uncomfortable, and she began
to pull away.
Almost completely in,
Sloan pulled her hips back and entered her completely.
He started to pull out but then
reentered her firmly.
"Wait
..." whimpered Blair.
"Slower ...," but Sloan was lost in pleasure as his cock sawed
back and forth within her, gripping her hips and slamming into the little
twitching hole, smacking her dripping womanhood with his sack.
"Just a
little longer," he grunted.
With a loud grunt, he pushed all the way in.
Blair collapsed under him and he fell on
top of her, his cock driving deep into her bottom as it began to pulse and
spurt inside her darkest hole.
He
lay on top of her for a minute as his rod grew flacid in her tightness.
"Blair?
" he said, turning her to her back and brushing
the hair out of her face, "Are you all right?"
Blair nodded, her face soaked with tears and
perspiration.
"Yes.
It was … not as unpleasant as I thought
it could be.
My nether hole burns,
as does my posterior."
"Let's get back down to the river," he
whispered.
"It will soothe
your discomfort."
He did not wait for her to consent, scooping her
once again in his strong arms and carrying her back to the river's edge.
There he lowered her gently onto the
sandy bank and sat upon a flat rock.
Using a piece of torn cloth, he began to wash her face and neck.
She sat silently as he took her hand in
his and began to gently bathe her arms.
"I love you," he spoke gently, his
hands never leaving her skin.
"I do not like to be pushed away when it is time to comfort
you.
You need to always know that
even though I have to punish you, I will always provide you with reassurance
afterwards.
To refuse that will
only bring bitterness between us.
Do you understand?"
"Yes," Blair sighed.
"The humiliation and anger makes me
not want to seek your comfort, though.
I do not know how to overcome that."
"Time and trust, Blair.
You can feel as angry and humiliated as
you need to, but do not hold long to it."
"I will try to do as you ask," Blair
whispered, her tears once again falling in fat drops down her smooth cheeks.
Sloan sighed and drew her against him, cradling
her head against his chest as she finally released her pain-filled sobs.
He rocked her gently until she calmed,
stroking her wet body with his large, calloused hands and covering her face
with tender kisses.
He lifted her
from the water and laid her, face down, across his knees.
"Noooo …," Blair pleaded, covering her
bottom with her hands.
Sloan firmly pulled them away.
"Shh, I am not going to spank
you.
I am just going to wash
you."
Blair hid her face in her hands as she felt the
cloth scrape softly over her hot, swollen skin and between her ravaged
cheeks.
She was tender where he had
impaled her, yet felt strangely aroused by the lingering soreness.
His touch was soothing and gentle, and
Blair found herself squirming with desire once again.
"Sloan?
Would you make love to me?" she asked timidly, sliding off his lap
and kneeling in the shallow water before him.
"We are engaged now and before God
as man and wife, isn't that correct?"